Today on one of our daily walks, Archer and I (and the dogs) happened upon a man exiting his Bentley in the middle of street only to walk toward the dumpster and go through the garbage bins. He happened upon a decrepid chair, dusted it off and looked up at me.

"This shit is going to look sweet on my hillside-ranch."

"Totally! Get some," I said.

"You never know what you're going to find in the trash."

"You know it's true."

Like they say- One man's trash is a rich man with a ranch in the hills and a Bentley's treasure. What a lucky chair.

I've only been to L.A. once. It was during a twelve hour layover (don't ask) and while I was at LAX, I watched two car chases live. Years later, hubby and I were watching a car chase show in Germany and I saw one of the ones that occurred during my layover.

But I'm going to have to go with Dave Atell (the stripper with one tooth, New York's got nothing on this place) and Anthony Kiedis (lunatics on pogo sticks, another southern fried freak on a crucifix). The best freaks have always been in New Orleans....

Nah, we totally dv ethe dumpsters up here too. Not sure about stowing it in Bentleys, but it's the done thing to put out something good the day before garbage day so people have a crack at it before the truck comes around. We once put out two chairs and a bookshelf that lasted less than half and hour.

When I lived in Halifax, on recycling day a range rover (with all the props) used to cruise our street and take all our (many many) beer cans (it was a university student neighbourhood). One day I asked him why and he said he needed to pay off the copper piping in his new home. Hmphhhh. So that's how they do it.

Yeah, LA for sure - in Santa Cruz, where I'm from my favorite trash guy drives a shopping cart. But you know, a trash collector is a trash collector - no matter what they drive. It's an addiction, straight up.

I loved being 25. It was also the age I wanted to be before I was. The trick is to keep on picking an age you want to be in the future. After 25, I picked 32 as the next cool age to be. I passed that three years ago, so now I'm really looking forward to being 41.